To you, I give my solitude

I am an extremely busy person. I keep an eye on the world… I watch the almond trees on the street below. When I visit the Botanical Gardens I soon become weary. There I have to keep an eye on…

Pied Beauty

Glory be to god for dappled things, for digitalized things, for desolation. I’m not sure what came first–trying to write poetry or being antisocial, almost misanthropic. Even this evening, at a free outdoor concert at a children’s park, I saw…

If I Were Poet Laureate of America

[A Footnoted Manifesto for Midsummer's Day] If I were poet laureate of America, I would declare Midsummer’s Day to be the day when everyone finds a stoop around 8 o’clock at night (it can be 9 o’clock in places like…

Swanning

[Being an hour of wandering around sonnets and declaring random things, in preparation for a panel discussion, while also thinking about sex...(only because sonnets are rooted in it (sex) of course)] First Shakespeare, of course, and his first: You are…

I Will Wring Your Heart Yet

(–that’s a long-term goal, not a threat.) It’s what Kurtz shouts in The Heart of Darkness. (He shouts it to the wilderness.) One night recently in mid-Vermont, in a forest where not even Verizon dares to go, a writer showed…

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